Reva and I sit surrounded by boxes full of clothes, shoes, make-up, sheets, and miscellaneous items such as wind chimes, incense, CDs, a blood pressure monitor, and a couple of …
Ophelia in the Rain
I stir to the sound of Joni Mitchell’s “Blue” outside my window. It takes about two full verses before I am completely awake. “Ophelia!” I think, and clamber over to the …
Resurrecting Ophelia
I learned of Ophelia’s death at the Family Dollar Store on Broadway from her friend, Maggie. “She died three months ago,” said Maggie, not without pleasure, for she and Ophelia had …
The Enchantment of Valentine
The first time I saw Miranda lying stretched out in a chair, I thought she was a large inflatable doll. Above her head was a clock with no hands that …
The Dead Zone: A Search for Momentary Escape, a Life Lost
At the door that leads out of the basement entrance of Isabella Towers sits a fat red candle whose flame has burned steadily all night. It rests beside a small …